For those of you who are wondering about where America and Canada's mother is, fear not for I have found her!

If you don't want to read this educational AN please jump down to the bold line.

Because no one really knows who first settled the Americas she's going to be loosely based on the Clovis Culture as this is a subject that is currently being looked at with greater detail in recent years (land bridge from Russia no go, can't support hoomans until 12,000 BCE and earliest artifacts are approx. 13,500 years old according to the Smithsonian.)

And to clarify things, Gaul was "France" (France didn't exist during the time of Rome) in Roman times before the Franks came in and were like "Yo we like it here" and set up shop. And if you want to go even further back you can say that it was the Celts who are related to EVERYONE* (they also liked to adorn their statues and art with eyebrows that swirled at the end) The Franks are also a Germanic group and if I were to create a Germanic group for each tribe (Instead of using just Germania), no one would read this story because even discussing England's heritage would be too confusing. (With all the Angles and the Saxons and the Jutes, oh my!)

*By everyone (Since I'm bound to get someone trying to comment that surely not EVERYONE in Europe can be related to the Celts!1!11) I mean that typically in areas if you go far enough back there is a dominant culture that serves as a "base culture" that other cultures tend to spring from. Google it, go to a library. Learn. And if you want to know my sources, PM me.

America never thought that he could be at England's house and eat to the point where he felt so full he could burst. But he supposed there was a first for everything. He didn't even taste one thing, one thing that tasted like petrified couch stuffing. It was amazing! It was kind of strange though, he didn't think that England could get along so well with his brothers, America had always envisioned a lot of yelling and fights and beer. He had seen how rowdy England got for soccer matches he figured it was about the same when dealing with Scotland and the rest. Now that America thought about it, he didn't realize how different England looked from the rest of his brothers. The young man squinted his eyes at the group, lost in thought and completely ignoring how uncomfortable he was making them feel.

"Oi, why are you staring at me like that?" Scotland asked.

England smirks, seizing an opportunity to be the start of drama and then later deny it, "That's how Americans challenge someone."

Scotland looked like he wanted to lunge at America, but Britannia intervened.

"Boys! No fighting at the table." She scolded, swearing that there was no break between breaking up fights with the other ancients and breaking up fights with her children.

"Why," America finally pipped up, "does England look different than his brothers? Is he adopted?" The young man had always remembered France referring to England as the "black sheep of Europe" and figured that just had to be it.

He didn't realize how much of a headache he was causing his grandmother. "No," She began, stopping a fight that was bound to happen, before she decided to horrify her grandson, finishing her sentence in a slightly sing-song voice. "I've just had many partners throughout my life."

America has never made such a high-pitched 'my soul just died from mental scarring' internal screaming noise in his life as he keeled over onto the floor, trying to purge the mental images from his brain. He was failing and yet things were about to get a whole lot worse.

Kneeling next to her grandson, Britannia whispered, "Just remember, if Rome bothers you, just threaten to get out the blue body paint." She giggled before adding, "It never fails."

The poor teen's brain was now fried.

_Hetalia_

Today was the day the day that Iceland ran away from home to go hide out with Hong Kong and a few of the other teenage nations to escape the sudden appearance of their parents. Getting dressed as quickly as he could, Iceland then bundled up and crept out the window from his room. It was easy to sneak out, he was on the roof from the dormer window and was able to get down to the side of the roof that made up a gable over the garage. He then slid down onto Denmark's car and landed on the roof, cringing at the 'thud' the sound made before he jumped down and tucked and rolled to break his fall.

Iceland had to hand it to Hong Kong, he owed him for all those parkour lessons. He likely wouldn't have been able to make it out of the house without being caught if it weren't for them. The young man then ran off to the nearest train station for the 7AM train to Frankfurt. It would take 6 hours, but it would be worth it to socialize with other countries.

What he didn't know was that the wise woman who his brothers referred to as "mother" was watching him leave from inside the comfort of the home whilst sipping a cup of coffee. Norway came down to join his mother and pour himself a cup of the holy beverage. Noticing Iceland's retreating form, the man looked over at his mother, confused.

"Are you just going to let him go by himself? Do you know how dangerous it is?" Norway asked, already feeling wide awake despite not consuming any coffee.

Saga just shrugged. "I do recall you and your brothers did worse, or did the Viking age not exist?" She looked over at her former charge an eyebrow raised slightly as if daring him to try and challenge her before returning her gaze to the outside world. "Besides, I feel your father could use some bonding time with him. We'll let him deal with it." And with that, Norway was left wondering how he didn't get himself killed when he was younger. After all there were crazy people with spears and swords running- oh… wait. That was him and his brothers.

Hoping that Iceland at least had the street smarts to stay alive until his father woke up to go retrieve him, Norway joined his mother at the table to chat idlily about magic and what he had learned through the ages after her teachings.

_Hetalia_

Hong Kong had managed to get to Frankfurt despite his horrible cold that he had received from being out in the rain. He had made his way to their meeting place, head swimming. Hong Kong had no idea who else was going to be there, all he knew was it was fellow nations about his age who were not enjoying the appearance of parental supervision. While his own "mother" had just shown up, he was not enjoying having another adult in the house to yell at him- not that she had yet, but he was sure she wouldn't appreciate his need for the pyrotechnics. And so, that brought him to Frankfurt. Hong Kong arrived at the house that everyone was meeting at and entered.

Inside he saw a strange group of countries. Of course Iceland was there, but so was Romania and Seborga. Looking over to the other side of the room, Hong Kong's eyes widened when he saw Switzerland and Lichtenstein. Out of all the countries he expected to be there, he didn't count the brother and sister duo to be two of them. But, he figured that they must resent suddenly having a parent after so long which was likely why they were here. Hong Kong didn't think too much about it.

_Hetalia_

After spending a day at his grandmother's house America decided that he could use a walk. He'd eaten plenty of food and figured it would do him some good to burn it off- even just partially. Though the inhabitants were complaining of it being way too hot, America thought it was nice out. Then again he was used to soaring temperatures in his own home.

The walk ended up being rather short due to the sudden appearance of rain. It was something that America was not pleased about and he swiftly hurried back to England's house to take shelter. Needless to say he was a little shocked to find Canada there with a woman he vaguely recognized. She was familiar, but not at the same time. America rudely stared at her, not knowing what to think. The older woman turned towards him, having sensed his presence, and America's eyes widened in recognition.

"Hello my son." She greeted, her voice soft and a small smile gracing her features.

How could he have not recognized his own mother?